Empty Threats

‘Are you satisfied?’ bellowed Karnikhal. ‘Now I have swapped one master for another, the corpse-god’s killers for you? Has your pet done well? You promised me sport. You promised me skulls. I shall take yours instead, if you cannot deliver!’
‘Threats mean nothing, Six-Finger,’ came a reply – a calm female voice. Karnikhal took a small mirror from an ammo pouch on his belt and held it up to the light bleeding from his armour. It reflected the face of the woman who he would be forced to call master for a few hours more. ‘I care not for your god or for the honour of a World Eater. Your tally of skulls means nothing to me. I care only that you serve as you are bound. Kill me when you are released from my service, if it pleases you. It would be most educational to see you try. For now, do your part.’

K-Day +18 Days